It has been designated the “holy grail” of death footage.

I want to frame that letter and put it on the wall.

My post office is hell on earth. I avoid it as much as humanly possible.

Because the government sucks at providing electronic resource portals to the public. I can’t believe how many faxes I still send in this day and age...and I’m at a public university system.

I asked him that. He said it was cold out and forgot to remove his knit cap. Sounds obvious, but easy to mess up if you’re not thinking about it. (That’s why you pay someone to do it in the first place—they are supposed to check the boxes.) I imagine the ban on glasses will really trip up/piss off a lot of folks…

No kidding. I worked in a portrait studio for awhile, and they were really strict on the rules when it came to passport and visa shots. We retrieved a cheat sheet each time, because failure=really unhappy customers.

Also: don’t wear a hat. Husband went to a Walgreens, not knowing this rule, and the teenager behind the photo counter obviously didn’t either. Passport application denied and he had to expedite. Huge pain in the ass. The whole point of a passport photo is to clearly identify you—don’t impede that and you’ll be…

I met my husband through OKC, but I suspect I lucked out when the stars were aligned: it’s supposedly a real shit show in my area now.

Champion public education and demand that high school graduates can think critically. Get involved in civic organizations and expect your neighbors to participate as well. The ground game is you, me, and everyone else complaining about the problems.

YES. However, I’m not shocked that it still isn’t obvious.

The movie ultimately plays out a bit like a train ride. You spend a lot of time wondering, Are we there yet? And then, before you know it, you are, and that’s that.

Holy fuck

Dangerous only for people lacking critical thinking skills. Which seems to be a lot of folks these days...

O-O

That was literally the only comment I got when I was working third shift and DGAFF about wearing make-up to work. I usually threw it right back at them—and it was always dudes who said it, never the other women on staff.

I don’t recall that part. I must have been zombified and praying for a beer to materialize in my hands at that point of the night. Lord knows I needed one.

I hadn’t realized who that was until I became an adult. Now I want to know how that cameo was birthed.

YES

No kidding. I would be sputtering, cussing, shaking, and restraining myself from throwing a punch while beet red.

Dollars to donuts he had other intentions for that rope but A) realized what a terrible decision that would be mid-act or B) realized too late that he didn’t know how to make a noose.